Armstrong Canyon to Perkins Ridge 6.11 & 6.12.11

After getting turned around on George Creek on Friday due to my fear of raging creeks that are only going to get worse with the warm weather, I decided a nice canyon without a creek would be a good idea; so I headed up Armstrong Canyon. I parked at about 7700' because I found a place I could pull off the road and turn around. When I walked up from there, I saw that I there was a nice camping spot at about 8000' that I could have parked at. Where I parked and that nice spot at 8000' are about the only places to pull off along that road after Scotty Spring. Not too far after the parking spot at 8000' there is a section that looks like it would be too narrow for my truck and right before that it looks like people have parked in the bushes there, but it wouldn't be any fun to have to turn around there. The road is narrow in a number of places and my truck just barely made it past some of the rocks along the side of the road - there was one place that I had to be really close to the edge to get by. It would be awful to run into a vehicle coming the other way on that road. Anyway, I backpacked from 7700' to 9800' on Saturday and then slept for 14 hours because I was really tired. I felt great as I headed up to Perkins on Sunday morning and everything was going good until the ridge at about 12,000' that runs east to west and connects to the Crest. I tried to stay on the ridge, but I'd post-hole to my waist in sections that were snow covered and I didn't really know what was under the snow in those sections right along the ridge. I dropped a bit off the ridge and traversed down on the north side before getting back up on the ridge near the Sierra Crest. It was still post-hole hell, but not as bad as right next to the ridge. I'd be going along fine and then I'd be in to my thigh or my waist . I got pretty tired. Once I hit the Crest, I headed south to Perkins. I went over the first three bumps, but couldn't get all the way to the highest bump without dropping down and traversing the nasty chutes. I just didn't have the energy or the desire to drop down, cross the rubble, and climb back up again; so I called it a day on one of the bumps before the Perkins bump at about 12,500'- about 60' lower than Perkin's highpoint.